Hola! I have returned! This time , I intend to make this chapter a little longer, hopefully by four pages long. I hardly do chapters like these, so yes, I'm spoiling you children. XD Also, I am going to look forward to some advice from all of you, like what should probably be added. I'll bring Tak in a short bit into the game, but that won't be until later chapters. I do not own 'Invader Zim', but Zora Ozbourne is my own copyright.
Morning came faster than anything else. Gir still was in idle mode, until he heard a loud yawn coming from where Dib was. He reactivated, only to find that Dib indeed, was awakening from his slumber.
However, when Gir caught a better glimpse of Dib, he began to giggle hysterically.
"What? What are you doing here in my room, Gir? And what's so funny anyways?" Unfortunately, Dib couldn't get a straight answer from the laughing droid.
"What's his issue? Guess he finally snapped.." He went out of his room and into the bathroom, hoping to just clean up for the new day.
But what he saw as soon as he turned on the lights wasn't what he was expecting.
A long silence fell in the house, excluding Gir's constant giggles, followed by a loud scream.
"GAAAAZ! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY FACE?"
Everyone joined around the dining table, seeing as everyone (including Professor Membrane) was harshly awoken by Dib's pierce screaming.
Professor was busy making breakfast, which included mushroom omlette, pancakes, muffins, and orange juice. Zim insisted on having maple and brown sugar oatmeal, throwing a disgusted look on the rest of the breakfast.. and Dib.
"You just had to wake us all up, didn't you Dib-stink?" Zim growled as he took a mouthful of oatmeal, finding it quite delicious to his taste.
"It's not my fault that I wake up to find a Mario mustache on my face along with eyes drawn on my eyelids!", he pointed at Gaz, elaborating his criticism.
Gaz simply ignored him, grabbing a chocolate chip muffin. "Well, you should be grateful. All I tried to do was give you a wonderful gift, and you just disown it." She looked up at what's left of her doodle, which was completely smeared all over Dib's face, leaving some red marks as well.
Zora couldn't help but giggle with Gir, the sight being too funny for sore eyes. At least they find it comical, while Zim fumed at the fact that his night sleep was ruined by his friend's 'banshee' like cry.
His PAK was on his back once more, and he continued to glare, sleep still oblivious in his eyes.
"Was it really necessary for you to harp like that though? I was still asleep!" Zim shouted mercilessly towards his friend, now receiving a death glare in return.
"Like I said Zim, it's not my fault I woke up with my face like this!"
"Yes it is, you filthy worm-baby!"
"Want to settle this like men?"
"Indeed we shall! As of right now this moment!"
Both boys got up, sparks flying in their eyes.
"Now boys, if you're going to resort to violence, why don't you go outside? Duel by the basketball court." Professor Membrane remembered the last time they fought in the kitchen, which resulted in a egg covered dad, an angry 'toasted' sister, and two boys strangling each other with biscuit batter.
"The basketball court! We shall duel in a basketball game!"
"Fine! Whoever scores five points first wins and whoever loses must be the winners' 'slave' for the day!"
"Agreed, filthy worm-baby! Be prepared, for Zim shall win this round!"
"Bring it on!"
Both boys finished their breakfast and in the blink of an eye, dashed out the front door, taking Dib's basketball with them.
Zora blinked a couple times before facing Gaz in complete surprise.
"Are they always this 'close'?"
Gaz munched what's left of her muffin, then swallowed. "My dear Zora, when you practically live with them everyday of your life, it is considered normal that they act like this."
"Oh. Well, then must be really good friends." She smiled sweetly at the thought, then continued to eat her omlette.
The girls soon finished their breakfast, and placed the dishes in the dish washer. Gir already abandoned his food to watch some TV in the television room. Apparently, his favorite show 'Jerry Springer' was on, which left him in a mess of laughter.
Professor Membrane left as soon as the teens ate their food, heading to the office to file more paperwork and experimental ideas.
The shout of both Dib and Zim can be heard from the purple goths' bedroom, as the two females sat down on the carpeted floor to discuss some terms of how their lives were these past years.
"So how's your mom, Zora? I haven't seen her since I saw you again."
Zora shrugged, looking bored. "She's alright. She has been busy attending matters in that 'room'."
Gaz lifted her brows, looking surprised. "That 'room'? But you told me that room was sealed and that all that was taken care of. Did anything happen?"
She could only shrug some more in response. "Unfortunately, my parents forbade me to even go near there, let alone talk about it."
"But you're talking about it now. And 'parents'? I met your mom, but never your dad. I figured you only had one parent just like me."
Zora laughed a weak laugh. "My dad isn't the kind the kind that can be introduced in public. He hates humans."
"But isn't your mother somewhat human herself?" Gaz was becoming more and more curious as to who Zora's father really was, and why her mother left Zora by her own.
"Well, my mom kinda figured that I could take care of myself, which I can, and so I moved back to my old house."
"The one next door to ours?" Gaz jumped in glee. She hardly was ever happy about anything, but this one took the cake.
"Yep, so I'm back in town, until my parents say so, which... won't be for a long while."
Gaz crossed her fingers together and placed them on her knees. "So do you know what kind of 'business' is that they have to take care of?"
Zora shook her head. "Nope, Like I said, they wouldn't tell me anything. I know we talked about that 'room' when we were kids, but we never knew what it really was. I don't even know if it really is just a 'room'!"
The purple haired girl sighed and looked out the window. Zim appeared to be winning with three to none against Dib. Dib was cursing out a variety of words to Zim, while the alien was laughing his trademark laugh.
A long moment of silence passed between the two, that not even their breathing could be heard.
"So that 'room'... where is it?", Gaz finally said. Her voice was very faint, and could hardly been caught by human ears.
Zora pondered for a minute, not really knowing herself.
"Beats me. However, when my mom goes to find that room, she opens a portal of some sort."
Gaz lifted her head in shock, "A portal? How?"
"She uses incredibly strong magic... magic that I haven't obtained through my training yet. But it scares me..."
Gaz cocked her head to the side. "Why does it scare you?"
Then, Gaz noticed something odd. Zora's eyes began to change color.. a dull orange-red, and were widening with a strong emotion... fear.
"Because... every time my mom opens that portal... I hear screams on the other side of it... like people dying.."
It was Gaz's turn to look scared, her eyes widening from their normally closed state.
At the sudden, both girls jumped at the sound of Zim's victorious cry. He won the game and that meant Dib must become his slave for the day. Dib's whining was easily heard from beyond the window.
Gaz straightened herself and got up, offering a hand to help her friend up too.
"Let's keep this between us for now. I don't want Dib poking his nose around where it shouldn't be..."
Zora nodded, the fear leaving her eyes, and soon replaced with tranquility.
"You're right..." She took her friend's hand as they got up and left the bedroom.
They went downstairs and met up with the boys, Zim beaming towards Zora, with a goofy grin on his face. "Zora! I am victorious! I have defeated Dib-stink in a duel to the death!"
Dib whined from behind, "No one died Zim, so get a hold of yourself!" Zim smirked at Dib, not caring what complaints were thrown at him for the moment.
Zora smiled, trying to push her earlier conversation out of her mind.
"That's great, Zim! Congratulations."
Zim turned to face her as Dib was getting a 'noogie' by his sister, and grinned from ear to ear.